minkydog
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I used to not be like this, but the older i get and the older my kids get, the more I look forward to school starting. Maybe it's just that I'm at that "time of life"--my dad always said adolesence and menopause should not reside under the same roof. Or maybe I just need a break all to myself. It's just that I'm tiired and hot and sick of seeing kids lounging around doing nothing. They need to be in school
This is where the rant starts: stop now if you're not interested
I'm sick of washing pee-pee sheets every day.
I'm sick of cleaning up poopy drawers.
I'm sick of changing diapers altogether.
I'm sick of hearing "The Beverly Hillbillies" theme song.
I'm really sick of "Fantasia", DS10's latest autistic attachment.
I'm tired of my knee hurting.
I'm sick of my back hurting.
I'm tired of my mother and my DH dropping "kindly hints" that I need to lose weight. Believe me, I know.
I long for an uninterrupted cup of tea in the morning without DH "calling to talk" while he waits for something at work to download (you know: "what're you doing" "Drinking my tea" "oh" long pause...tapppity tapp tap in the backgroud "so what're you doing now?" "injecting sodium cyanide" ...tappy tapp tap
)
I long to go grocery shopping without one or more of the kids tagging along to "help"(especially Christian
)
I long for one whole day of doing nothing the kids want and everything i want.
I long for a few hours of working on my three-year long quilting project without having to stop for phone calls, PBJ, or the UPS man.
OOOH..heeeey...a college kid just came to my door not to sell me books or finance her way to school, but to invite me to hear her violin recital this Thursday. Maybe there's hope
Cathy--lives for the day when special needs kids have year round school
This is where the rant starts: stop now if you're not interested
I'm sick of washing pee-pee sheets every day.
I'm sick of cleaning up poopy drawers.
I'm sick of changing diapers altogether.
I'm sick of hearing "The Beverly Hillbillies" theme song.
I'm really sick of "Fantasia", DS10's latest autistic attachment.
I'm tired of my knee hurting.
I'm sick of my back hurting.
I'm tired of my mother and my DH dropping "kindly hints" that I need to lose weight. Believe me, I know.
I long for an uninterrupted cup of tea in the morning without DH "calling to talk" while he waits for something at work to download (you know: "what're you doing" "Drinking my tea" "oh" long pause...tapppity tapp tap in the backgroud "so what're you doing now?" "injecting sodium cyanide" ...tappy tapp tap
)I long to go grocery shopping without one or more of the kids tagging along to "help"(especially Christian
)I long for one whole day of doing nothing the kids want and everything i want.
I long for a few hours of working on my three-year long quilting project without having to stop for phone calls, PBJ, or the UPS man.
OOOH..heeeey...a college kid just came to my door not to sell me books or finance her way to school, but to invite me to hear her violin recital this Thursday. Maybe there's hope
Cathy--lives for the day when special needs kids have year round school





